The World of Masks

"That's a lie. That can't be right."

One of the knights denies Jack's words aloud. No, it was more of a crier. A cry that wails for the enemy to shatter their last hope. But he couldn't care less. I had no reason to care.

"No, let me be clear. The king you tried to protect is dead."

To the extent that his excitement had subsided, Jack's remarks returned to their original words of respect.

"And · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Exactly!

Jack flicks his finger.

Fluffy. Fluffy.

Something starts to move with the sound of the bush shaking. It was some distance away, but knights and wizards could always tell what they were. I don't know where you've been hiding, but the attackers who attacked you are clearly bored. They start to move in one direction, wandering around. That's where the duc's party got caught in the explosion.

"This is the end if there are any survivors."

Tsk, tsk, I shook my index finger from side to side, kicking my tongue.

"That's too bad."

"Profit!"

Continuously mocking, one of the knights jumps at Jack, unable to resist. A sword with a heavy aura plummets from above.

Boom!

Of course, the pitched black bounced off, and the knight retreated behind a staggering dance.

Ka 'ang!

As the knight's posture falters, Jack lifts his foot and kicks the knight's abdomen. Jack's metal boots clash with the knight's armor, and sharp metallic rings ring. Jack's mighty kick rolls the knight to the ground.

"Hoho, didn't you miss the sword? '

As expected, they were in good condition. Enemies who are just themselves are overwhelmed without reason.

Two other knights have supported the fallen knight. He just kicked his abdomen lightly. There won't be any injuries. As expected, the article soon returned to the ranks. If I thought I was insulted, I thought my face was a little funny.

"So how are you feeling?"

Jack was really curious. What does it feel like? What does it feel like to have to protect, to have to protect, to be burned in vain before your very eyes? What kind of humiliation are those incompetent knights who risked their lives and couldn't even carry out their missions?

Cadduk!

This faint sound rings out loud around you. If you change your teeth like that every day, it won't be good for your teeth. That way, Jack takes a step forward with a good idea.

At the same time, the explosion begins again where the king died. As expected, there were survivors. As long as the undead come back.

"We won't need any more incompetent knights who can't even do their job properly. Don't worry. Those of you who go first, you'll see each other again soon. At that time, I pray that the noble escort mission will be successful."

I expressing my earnest heart with sincerity and origin. Of course, when I heard Jack mean it, all I could think about was how ridiculed he was.

"Oh, and · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

On top of that, Jack added a note:

"Give my regards."

At the end of the sentence, Jack runs at the humans in front of him and swings his sword. A knight who was unable to respond properly to the gunshot was quickly disqualified. The enormous power that brings out both sides, both armor and naval, shocked the eyes of the other knights and wizards. Jack swings his sword at the next hunt. That's how the slaughter began.

* * *

Yippee!

Swinging the sword lightly, blood spills out from the blade. A slightly cleaner sword rests on his shoulders, and Jack sets foot on the spot where the king died. They were probably all dead, but I wanted to check it out with my own eyes. As he treads on the corpses he just dismembered, Jack brings the quest window back to his front.

[Quest Destroy Justice for Imperfect Kings! Finish

Difficulty S

Finally, justice fell down on the incompetent, stupid, foolish king of Tiaren. Congratulations. You have fulfilled the Grand Duke's orders to help create a new order or new chaos in this kingdom. All nobles and people will eagerly welcome this noble deed of yours. There was a bit of a sacrifice in the middle, but it's cheap in this kingdom for a new future. I have no doubt that people will understand. (Or not.)

Reward Map]

Again, this phrase did not fail Jack's expectations. How can you accept your actions and interpret them in such a good way? I knew it was a simple pun, but I leaked a carnivorous smile.

'More compensation · · · · · · · · · ·.'

Jack tilts his head toward the reward. This is a quest from the difficulty class S. I was looking forward to how much reward I would get for answering my heart, but one stupid map.

Is there a treasure map? '

Well, when you disconnect it. It's a reward for showing up in the living room like it used to be. I wonder if the reward for difficulty class S is a humble reward. Jack pushes the reward to one side of his mind.

By the time he had roughly figured it out, Jack was able to get close to the explosion site.

"Huh?"

I noticed something shiny. I swiped at it, rolling at my feet.

Chang.

It rolls around and stops while making metallic excrement. It was a round shape, scorched and covered in dirt, whether it was caused by the effects of the explosion. I could see the places where it was broken. However, in addition to its overall shape, the golden mineral, which is meaningful in the dirt, was able to give a good sense of its identity.

It was a crown, a symbol of the crown.

Jack stares down at the crown for a moment and touches it with his sword. Unlike the symbol of authority, the crown was swayed by the sword. The item that symbolizes such great authority was so light and insignificant. Jack spits out a bloody smile and lifts his foot.

Qajik!

"Now, this will end the king's authority."

As you lift your foot, the wreckage of the crown that was completely shattered clings to your boot and then falls out. How much more prestigious debris is there in this crown in the yard where both the king and the palace were destroyed, but I tried to crush it first. I think yo-yo is a matter of mood.

After rubbing his boots roughly on the floor and stripping off all traces of the crown, Jack walks back to the floodplain.

There are corpses everywhere. The duc's corpses lie scattered all over the place, along with the rest of the undead, even the trail of wretched corpses. Jack kicks the body and starts digging in between. What he was looking for was the body of the king.

'I'm sure he's dead, but I'd like to take a look.'

If this is not the time, when can we see the king closely? Like finding a gold mine, Jack finds the king's corpse one by one. And soon after, I could find it.

The king's corpse was wretched. A king who once had an odd-looking appearance to be mistaken as a girl, but now half his face is covered with horrible burns. His left side was torn apart and bleeding from his blood and intestines without showing where one arm flew. The blood soaked my whole body. The monarch's iconic garments had to be used as a mop, and large wounds were scattered through the cracks.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·."

Jack stares at the king's corpse silently for a moment. Suddenly something came up from the inside. Coming up from the lungs, it burst out in a splendid manner, ringing the vocal cords. You laugh. It's also an unparalleled smile that mocks the death of others.

"Ah, hahaha, hahahahaha!"

I laughed madly. I was worried that my belly button was going to fall out, so I smiled without hesitation. When the explosion occurred where the king was, when the quest completion window appeared, the feeling of looking somewhere far away became a specific sense of reality as soon as I saw the king's body. Jack's smile continued for a while. After leaning down and smiling for a long time, the wind from my lungs only subsided. However, the laughter stopped, but the excitement of twisting the body remained. He died by himself, a mere traveler who did not know where the king of all peoples, who had noble blood, rolled from. He killed her. The king.

"Hehe! How could he have died?" '

Did he die as prestigious and splendidly as the king in the play? No, the current king may have died crying in search of his dead parents because he was young.

'No, I was out of my mind.'

Then I don't know if he's dead or if he's suffocated. Suddenly, I was disappointed to think so.

'Chet, you should have killed him yourself.'

It was a pity that he had tasted it.

The incident that exploded with the king was one of the undead that Jack worked with the most. If the king made it out of the capital safely, Jack would also be embarrassed, so he would gain the most trust in this chaos and make some knights available to the king as an undead. And one of them got caught right. I saw him by the king's side, so I was able to lightly send the king's men away from him. At that time, they said, "What will they think and act like when the hope of getting out of here suddenly falls into despair? 'I just sent it away for a moment, but when I think about it, it was a bit too bad.

'Well, never mind. They were pretty fun.'

I just thought about the guys I killed. Surrounded by despair and grief, the sacrifices Jack made to move as he wished and die didn't make him feel bad. Jack unleashes his regrets for not hearing the king's screams himself.

'But it was a really good thing.'

Jack looks around with a look of remorse.

Honestly, Jack has been a bit of a maverick lately. Killing humans was still fun, sweet, and pleasant, but not as extreme a pleasure as the first time. So far, I've made some changes. I've tried to change the M.O., and I've refined the age at which they kill. But nothing really changed. There were times when it was no different from the feeling of just eating three foods to live. But this plan allowed Jack to once again experience extreme joy.

Since killing one person is in the mechanism, it's a simple idea to increase the number of kills. However, the excitement was more than I expected when I moved into action. Autumns and screams that rain with stereo from all over. The overwhelming sight of precious life disappearing into clumps. Dead bodies lying around in ruined cities.

'Ah, you're going to be addicted.'

Given a trembling body of joy and emotion, Jack glances at his greedy lips. Unfortunately, we don't do this kind of grand scheme very often. Once inside, the cost and time is enormous. Jack's current capabilities have limited him from continuing this large-scale operation. And more importantly...

'You'll get bored if you keep going.'

Even delicacies like lobster, caviar, foie gras would be bitten if they were on the table. You can't do that. You can't feel this much excitement, emotion and joy anymore. It was horrible to imagine. It was terror itself.

'Patience, patience. That's how long we'll last.'

The best dishes are empty. For its luscious taste, you must endure the pain of shaving bones. The fruit must be sweet at the end of your patience. So Jack silenced himself.